Gaslit By A Madman, "The Certifiably TRUE Ravings Of A Sectioned Philosopher", is a droller take on the subjects of mental health, political issues and Nietzschean, Christian, Jungian,
existentialist and post-modern philosophy. Don't be afraid to question your world view, don't be afraid to think you might be a bit 'mad'. Who isn't?
It is based on the author, Max J. Lewy's, own experience as an oh-sopatient patient in the N.H.S. Mental Health System.
Veritably knocked off his horse by two out-of-control, gaslighting shrinks at the tender age of 23, his writings trace his recovery from this lifechanging,
iatrogenic incident over the next 12 or so years, exploring the 'mad' identity that was placed upon him and the truly insane,
or certainly very flawed and eye-brow raising System which so unfortunately often does such things to quite healthy and relatively rational people.
This companion volume, released for his 36th anniversary year as a little gift (for "The Beast", presumably...
but who knows, maybe Lucifer, maybe Jesus, maybe the old bearded madman at the end of the street with an "The Apocalypse Is Nigh" cardboard sign hung to the back of his bike.
), contains mostly psycho-delic, mischievous Loki-like quotes, both from the "Mad Dr.
" himself, & from the world's greatest, most historic & popular sages & authors, a long with a few more extended prose, thoughtexperiments,
& insane research-rambling philosophies from the venerable Herr Docktor towards the end.
Madness has always fascinated and terrified the mind of man, in equal measure.
In today's medicalized, 'normalized' world, it has come to be seen simply as a 'disease', an ugly blight on the smooth, cog-like operation of the social organism.
Our very language has become impoverished by the steady stream of scientistic neologisms
which have rushed to take its stead, leaving us with only the cold apparatus of an all-too suspect, bullying and anti-septic 'reason'.
Once the most intimate bedfellow not only of depthless despair, but also of high ecstasy and genius,
we seem to have all but forgotten the myriad enchantments with which this fateful 'daimon' - to quote Socrates - once tempted us.
This book is both a chronicling of the author's own personal voyage through such altered states of conscious, through to the far greater,
far more intimidating battle with the very system that was allegedly put in place to try to 'heal' him.
Here is his invitation to all sufferers and practitioners alike to glimpse beyond the borders of the straight-jacketed, dysfunctional status quo,
and just maybe rekindle that sense of mystery and magic, the sense of possibility, once associated with this most uncanny and uncompromising of guests.
At times an exuberant Jubilee to pure lunacy, at others a scathing, disabused presentation of the current 'Mental Health' establishment, and at still others as melancholy,
cathartic a song as the trail of Dionysus's adoring attendants: 'Madness: a form of love' is a gambit not to anesthetize and sedate our 'dangerous gifts',
but to joyfully embrace them - and with them our own secret innermost selves - to live authentically in light of the absurd, inconvenient, M.A.D.
(short for 'Miracles A Dozen') truths of our existence.
(Caution: side-effects include ecstatic, trance-like states, life-changing epiphanies, rebellious outrage, vomiting up society's propaganda, foaming at the mouth, increased working vocabulary,
uncontrollable weeping or laughter, mild shortness of breath and slight dizziness!)